Brief Summary: This is a short story about a hookup after a university study abroad trip in New Zealand.
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The New Zealand Souvenir:
A few years back I had booked a Contiki tour trip round the South Island of New Zealand after my university study abroad in Woollongong Australia. For those of you that haven't been there it is an absolutely beautiful place to visit. The word majestic really doesn't cover it adequately. Snow kissed mountains, invigorating air, dynamic and changing views...yeah the place is a photographers dream trip. I had chosen to do the Contiki tour trip because it allowed me to see the greatest view of the island in a group setting. Did I also want to see the southern wonders of the guys on the trip? You betcha.
This is where stuff got frustrating. After spending 8 hours a day riding along in a bus full of other young people seeing majestic sights sometimes all you really want to do is get naked and have fun. Getting action on the other hand...was a bit difficult.
Did I really want to pin the shorter, surfer style british guy that was an opportunistic nudist on the trip against the wall and fuck him in front of his mates? Oh god yeah...but try getting him away from said mates or lady admirers at any point.
Did I want to blow the partying tour leader and have his cum smell on me for the bus ride? To find excuses at every stop to try see how many times I could blow him over the course of the trip? To be able to share tiny secretive smiles on every stop and just generally have a lot of fun? Oh hell yeah --- and so did the other 20 girls on the bus. (Seriously hitting on a straight guy in front of a lot of women is hard!)
Did I want to ride the beefy bus driver and have him pump my guts instead of the pedals? To feel his probably thick cock fill me as I grabbed his hairy and meaty chest? I think you can tell by now that god yeah I did. Why didn't I? That nagging picture of his wife and kids on the dashboard.
Did I want to massage and caress those sweet as, round and powerful globes of muscles that constituted the butt of the german guy at white water rafting? To dig in and just get that guy moaning so fucking loud that he reverted to muttering german gibberish instead of his english...oh hell yeah! But...that didn't happen cause I got hypothermia from said white water rafting trip. Turns out white water rafting in winter can be a chilly combo.
Suffice it to say that by the end of the Contiki tour I was imagining sexual scenarios for pretty much every guy I had see or was seeing around me. I was in heightened "predator" mode. Senses were on point.
And that is where we will start this story.
With a loud "bam" the door to my hostel room slammed shut. Despite being a newish hostel, and a free upgrade from the room I was supposed to have been in, this hostel in Wellington had chosen to have loud fast shutting doors instead of the quieter ones. All I had really wanted to do was take a nap. Tomorrow was gonna be a full day of Lord of the Rings sites (woo gonna buy Elf ears!) and frankly it was pretty damn exciting but I was also crazy tired from a week and a half of pure travel.
Dragging the arm I had draped over my head to the side I looked at the new arrival. And from the moment that I saw him I knew that I wanted him. Even after these years I'm still not entirely sure how to describe what he looked like. Was he attractive? Yeah...but not in the standard model type way. He was Dutch. Taller than me (most Dutch men are weirdly enough) with solid features. Solid, but not ripped, body. A body that has seen physical activity in the past and that training has stayed with him. Sorta pale-ish skin with strength in them. Nicely made up hair in the messy look style. Clothing that was hip but designed to be not very showy. Suffice it say he was...Dutch.
And yeah - one of the other benefits of travelling is that people are willing to chat with the people in their hostel room. Call it Karma. Call it exploration. Call it assessing whether or not the new arrival is gonna steal your stuff while you're sleeping. Anyways, we just starting chatting.
Thing was...my eyes were hungry. So the entire time we were making small talk about music or his past in real estate or the fact that he had done the Lord of the Rings tour that day I couldn't stop intently looking at him. I was interested. I was interested in the ways that his shirt wrinkled and folded as he talked. At the ways his adams apple bounced on certain words. On the strength in his fingers and the callouses on his palms. This pure, focused attention on him and his life made the hours fly by and before I really wanted to admit - it was dinner time.
Everything was just pretty damn amazing until he uttered those stupid words. At the bar he said "Check out that girl over there. She is fucking sexy" (or something like that). Which meant to me, at the time, that he was straight. Which was, in a word, shit. Fucking shit. Honestly it could have wrecked my night in Wellington but I decided to apply some lessons that my mates had taught me over the years. I wasn't gonna let a single disappointment wreck my night - I was gonna have a good time...regardless of this guys attention. I decided to trust in the universe and just have a good time that night.
So what happened next? Haha well... the bar we were in had an 80s themed music night so we just started dancing to that. Two bus loads of contiki tour groups offloaded their enthusiastic and adventuresome people into our bar. Happy music was blasting, people were mingling and chatting (as much as you can do in a sorta loud bar) and everyone was generally having a great time while getting progressively more and more inebriated. Around 10 I got pushed up to dance on the bar to some eighties song. I was nervous, I was scared, I was bashful but at that moment I got a burst of liquid confidence and I just went at it. People, ladies especially, were hooting and hollering and I couldn't stop laughing at how fun it was. More and more people were pushed up onto the bar and it was a riot. I closed my eyes, rocked to the music, and smiled with all the confidence in the world...until I was bumped by a new arrival to the bar counter. To keep my balance I opened my eyes and leaned on the new arrival for support. Turns out it was Jos.
And with a cheeky smile I just kept on dancing. Except now I had the intriguing Dutch guy dancing right next to me. Smiling, laughing, and occasionally bumping hips or shoulders as the bar stand dance area became ever more crowded. It was pure fun in a way that is so difficult to express in words.
But, all good things must come to an end and so too did the impromptu rave on the bar serving area. People got down and were laughing and generally having a great time of it. It was also starting to get crazy crowded. So when we got down I chose not to head away from him. I kept eye contact and got drinks and stayed in his general orbit. In a way it felt like we were circling each other with an unstable orbit that would eventually lead to a collision. But, by this time in the early hours of the morning, I was getting tired. I was horny, yes, but chasing after something futile would have ruined my night. So, in an act of bravery I didn't know I had, I followed the advice of my mates. What was that lesson? The first was "Carpe Diem" or "seize the day" and the second was that confidence is the greatest allure that one can employ.
In a break between songs I walked up to Jos, pulled him slightly away from the music and said (loudly cause its a club), Me: "Hey mate, I'm getting tired. I'm gonna go" Jos "Whaa? What you say" Me: "I'm gonna go" Jos "Ohh...come on stay more! It's what you want!" Me: "Naaa - I'll I want is you"
And with that I grabbed his bulge and smiled.
"and this!"
Watching his eyes widen in surprise is one of the nicest memories I have in life to be honest. But, he stood there dumbfounded and didn't follow initially as I walked away and went upstairs to the dorm room.
....
Still buzzing from the pure adrenaline rush that is taking life by the balls (quite literally) I was on fire. Wide awake. Haha - I had never done that before and it was amazing. I had done the impossible and even if he didn't take me up on it I wouldn't see him again as I was leaving in the morning.
I shucked off most of my clothes, got in bed and just stared at the dark ceiling lit only from the light shining through the window. And smiling and grinning and laughing at myself for how wild it has just been. After a short bit the stupidly loud door to the room open and closed. Was it Jos? Was it a new person to the room? I had no idea because the figure had been hidden from sight by the door. It was a mystery person until he said "Mate?" in a searching, questioning tone.
All I said in reply was "Jos?".
And with that it was my turn to be surprised. Jos had stridden across the room found my bed and kissed me. Hard. Passionate, intense, crazy and forceful. A kind of kiss that is trying to be brave and overdoing it.
Honestly, I was surprised. Heaps upon heaps of surprise but that didn't stop me from seizing that opportunity and going with it. I pushed him out of bed so we were both standing next to it, me nearly naked and him fully clothed, and began an intense make out session. Noisy, strong kisses as I pulled his shirt over his head and his pants to the floor. Rubbing our packages together as I felt his perky nipples and sparse chest hair. Pulled his shirt off and smelt the gloriousness of his sweaty pits from our fun dance sesh earlier. Funnily enough - he was the one that pushed down my underwear before doing the same to himself. And the guy felt amply endowed in my hands as it got fucking hard. Like ramrod steel hard.
So there we were--naked, hard, oozing sexual tension with each other -- and I took my chance. I started by burying my face in his pits to get the primal taste of him before nibbling my way down his chest to his sweaty pubes and balls. I licked his balls and teased his cock head before I took his beautiful cock into my mouth. Roaming his chest with one hand as I held and explored his cock with my hand and tongue with each other. Precum flowing freely into my mouth creating that slimy texture of success. Seconds passed doing this before the inevitable happened. Joe erupted cum into my mouth. No warning, no verbal cues before his seed was filling my mouth.
But I wasn't done yet. Between being hellaciously turned on by his cock being in my mouth and my nose buried in his trimmed and sweaty pubes I found his cum so sexy. And I was damn sure that this wasn't gonna be a short blow and go so I took a mouthful of his cum from his still leaking cock and forcefully made out with him more. He was definitely surprised but I pushed him against the bed, sat down on top of him, and kept on kissing him. I pushed (nearly spat) the cum that he had just given me into his mouth and swirled it around between us. It was wet and sloppy but he swallowed or absorbed every drop. My hands continued to roam his body and his mine as we swapped his load over and over between us getting ever more dilute.
He must have liked it in some way because a bit of life came back into his dick as it started to get hard against my ass. It got even harder as I scratched his chest lightly. Even harder when I grabbed his neck with one hand and tongued his ear. It started to leak precum when I nibbled his nipples and licked his delicious pits once more.
But this night wasn't just about him. I knew what I wanted and I was hungry for him. Hungry for his cock. I wanted to feel his ample endowment in me. Not breaking the momentum of the night I went down and blew him. Got his dick wet, slobbery, and dripping, before going back and kissing him. And with one hand on his cock and one hand holding his throat I lined his cock against my ass and pushed out as I pushed down on his dick. No timid or incremental advance into my ass--no I was voracious as I enveloped and took his cock to the base on the first go.
And the fucking looking on his face as he felt it will be one of my best memories in life. The way his eyes rolled around as his chest flushed slightly redder. The way his breath caught in his throat and his arms flailed out to the side. The way his nipples got crazy hard and he uttered that primal groan of pleasure as his dick slid in me. The look of lust in his eyes when he finally started to process again.
And then it was on. On like Donkey Kong.
Turns out that forceful action and the primal way we had gone about it had woken his darker, more primal side. I had challenged him in some way, had challenged him to be a lover. So he took the challenge. He started pistoning--hard and fast--from his position below me. He seemed to take more pleasure as I started to lose control of my words and actions. Of how my voice went from guttural and controlling to uncontrollable moaning. To the way my hands stopped roaming his body and just fell behind my own head.
He just kept going. Kept going even though my cock was dripping so much precum it was pooling on his sweaty chest. I was starting to get so close. His frantic, powerful thrusts were hitting my prostate so often it was only a matter of time. I kept moaning, gruntier and louder, before looking him directly in the eye. And he knew. And I knew. And with that I bent over, pushed his hands onto my hips, looked him in the eye, and said "Do it".
And he erupted in me. Groaning, moaning, uttering words I didn't understand he pulled me into him and pushed me down so his dick was as deep as he could get in me. It was so deep, so powerful that it caused a momentary short circuit of my mind and all I could do was shudder in ecstasy as his bursts caused me to blow my load over his chest.
...
Spent, panting, and sweaty as hell I rolled over to the side and just started laughing. He did too. Cause we both knew that was fucking hot. We chatted for a little bit, with a bit of intense cuddling before I grabbed underwear from the floor and wiped us both down. Sleep came quickly after.
I didn't know it at the time but turns out Jos had a flight out that day and left early that morning. However, when I groggily checked my suitcase after waking up I found a note with his number on it and the underwear I had used the night prior to clean the cum off of us. Sniffing it with enthusiasm I remember thinking "Now this is a proper souvenir".